The Winter of 1941: A Love Story Wrapped in Mystery

By Isa Heisenberg

I'm sure that if we could turn back time, I think each of us would do it, and we would repeat that story that we long to live again, and regardless of the risk if there was one.

How to forget "those winters of 1941" when I met Michael, the love of my life. I had no idea of love for those years, but when he came into my life he moved my whole universe, every fiber in me and made me know that dimension that I never thought existed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lian O
• Release date: Feb 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215545331

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Index

Index

Prologue

Introduction

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Prologue

I'm sure that if we could turn back time, I think each of us would do it, and we would repeat that story that we long to live again, and regardless of the risk if there was one.

How to forget those winters of 1941 when I met Michael, the love of my life. I had no idea of love for those years, but when he came into my life he moved my whole universe, every fiber in me and made me know that dimension that I never thought existed.

Introduction

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I am sure that if we could go back in time, I believe each of us would do it and repeat that story that we so long to live again, and no matter the risk if there was one.

How to forget those winters of 1941 when I met Michael, the love of my life. I had no idea of love in those years, but when he came into my life he moved my whole universe, every fiber in me and made me know a dimension that I never thought existed. What am I talking about, you may wonder, I haven't even started yet and I've already raised a lot of questions, but wait a little bit, later on you'll know what I mean. Maybe many will be scared and others will take it lightly, but it's my story, a real story, an incredible story, but also a story of condemnation where I have no choice but to accept it.

I'm not here to be judged, I'm just here to love. I remember he used to tell me that when 1941 ended and I was deeply in love with Michael even knowing that that love was impossible. I know now that I still think the same, even though he's not here with me, and that makes my tears come out like downpours, as if it were a summer rain. What I will tell you is something that happened to me, although to be honest, I don't know if the same thing happened to other unfortunate souls.

Love is something so strange and I still wonder what it is, even though I haven't loved anyone else since then, because it was my promise until death when I could barely say goodbye before they took him to that place. We promised each other that we would meet someday, and I just wait for that moment. Now I am going to relate my story, that little piece of my life that I would love to live again and that I would change for a whole life if I could.

Chapter 2

I was just eighteen years old at the beginning of 1941. I lived with my mother Apoline in a working-class neighborhood on the outskirts of Nashville, Tennessee. We simply had no future to cling to, especially since the great conflicts in the world were just beginning, not to mention Hitler and his ambitions for power. Everything was uncertain, but life still went on.

In those years, I frankly didn't care about politics or those things. I just lived every day as if it were my last, I was happy in my own way. And of course, for those young years, I had not had any suitors or much less met love. Honestly, I wasn't very attractive. I was the typical nerd and the ugliest in my school, and I didn't have much hope that anyone would notice me. And yes, I received the typical ridicule. But even though it appeared that I didn't care, between us, I must say that it hurt a lot that no one wanted me for being ugly.

I would like to describe myself, but I don't have a great description talent. I'll just say that I didn't exceed 1.50 meters, I was petite and had a white complexion. The typical one who wore huge prescription glasses because I had a high degree of astigmatism. And if we added my crooked teeth to the mix, it made the overall image worse. I must say that I even earned the nickname Annie the Ugly because of this, plus my big ears. I hope it doesn't sound too presumptuous, but I